Hello dear readers.
It’s been a while since I posted here.
I’ve had many, many ideas but no time / brainpower with which to write.
So, here I am, thinking myself into quandaries as usual. 😉
Today’s musing will cover topics as diverse as Alice Cooper and Murder She Wrote.
You heard me right.
So without further adieu, here we go.
I have been quite active on social media the past few weeks. This is due to many factors including lack of creative energy, crazy work schedules, producing/promoting Goth Gal, losing and gaining patrons and a sort of general malaise that comes with the Post Halloween insanity that seems to take over America every year.
Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE giving gifts to people. Carefully choosing something for someone you love, watching their face light up when they open it (or cringe depending on what you’re going for) and meals with people I love are great. The insane commercialism on the other hand that hits at midnight on October 31st, I could do without.
Seriously retail places:
Stop pushing products at me. You really don’t change what I am going to buy AT ALL. Also, I’m artistic so I can make A LOT of my gifts.
SALE SALE SALE BUY BUY BUY messages do nothing but make me AVOID spending my monies with you.
The CUSTOMER is almost NEVER right–please adjust accordingly.
And finally, GIVE YOUR EMPLOYEES PAID TIME OFF to spend their holidays with the people they love.The rest of us can wait a day, or a week or whatever, to buy whatever it is we want.
Okay, retail rant over.
One shopping type thing I have been enjoying is Apple Music. It keeps me from spending way to much on music when I launch into a music obsession. If you have iStuff and you tend to move from obsessive music binge to obsessive music binge (as in MUST HEAR EVERYTHING BY NEW ARTIST), get yourself an apple music family plan. 14.99 per month for up to 6 people. I am THERE. I mean okay I literally AM there…but you know what I mean. 6 friends could totally make this worth it too–if you trust your friends to pay you for their iPurchases.
I’ve been on an Alice Cooper binge this week and I have really been enjoying it. My current favorites is Along Came a Spider, if you’re interested.
Spiked top hat. Need I say more?
Speaking of death, I have also been spending a lot of time with Mrs. J.B. Fletcher in Murder She Wrote and thoroughly enjoying Murder She Blogged‘s commentary. I now frequently add “of death” to names. Seriously if you like JB, check it out! I happen to think JB is pretty sweet myself.
She’s like Auntie Holmes or something. I firmly believe that my childhood love of this show has completely blinded me to any flaws–you have been warned.
Speaking of flaws (I am SOOOO obvious with my transitions this evening), I have also been pondering social media.
What was that noise?
Oh, it’s just all the people reading this having a different reaction.Gotta slow down on the murder mysteries…
Social Media is a strange unique beastie that brings out the strange and unique in the people who use it–for better or worse.
I have had a blast and been very uplifted by kind comments and people enjoying Goth Gal. But I have also experience such things as being told off for dressing as a sugar skull for Halloween because culture (well actually Dia de los Muertos is a cultural mixing bag to start with), watched people dis the recent explosion of the French Flag everywhere (bad job everyone who uses a symbol?) and general asshole-ishness.
It seems to me like 97% of the people on social media are either OFFENDED BY EVERYTHING HOW DARE YOU!!!!! or are offensive about everything we hate this other group because reasons!
I am neither of these groups.
If I offend you, it probably wasn’t intentional.
I do not hate anyone unless they cause pain/suffering/death on purpose.
So, to recap, DON’T cause pain/suffering/death on purpose and I won’t have any problem with you.
Also, I will not live my life in an “Oh no I might offend someone better not do _____” bubble.
Sorry, NOT SORRY.
We are all imperfect people who screw up, fall in love, are amazing and horrible and more all at once.
Social Media is blowing all of this out of crazy proportion because of MANY reasons.
It’s sort of bothering me because I see it, even contribute to it at times and other then signing off…I don’t know how to fix it. And signing off seems like running away from the problem.
Yet, it depresses me more than I know how to express when I see someone attack something like posting a flag over a profile picture or yell at someone for their lack or possession of a specific cultural heritage.
It just brings up this question: what is wrong with us?
Why can’t we spend time actually helping instead of judging everybody?
Spend all that debate energy helping someone!
I will continue to ponder all of this lest this post become never ending.
So, for now, I’m going to leave you with Neil Gaiman’s words, because I think of them often and because they echo the fairy tales I took to heart in my youth:
Instructions, by Neil Gaiman
Touch the wooden gate in the wall you never saw before,
Say ‘please’ before you open the latch,
walk down the path.
A red metal imp hangs from the green-painted front door,
as a knocker,
do not touch it; it will bite your fingers.
Walk through the house. Take nothing. Eat nothing.
if any creature tells you that it hungers,
If it tells you that it is dirty,
If it cries to you that it hurts,
if you can,
ease its pain.
From the back garden you will be able to see the wild wood.
The deep well you walk past leads down to Winter’s realm;
There is another land at the bottom of it.
If you turn around here,
you can walk back, safely;
you will lose no face. I will think no less of you.
Once through the garden you will be in the wood.
The trees are old. Eyes peer from the undergrowth.
Beneath a twisted oak sits an old woman. She may ask for
give it to her. She
will point the way to the castle. Inside it
are three princesses.
Do not trust the youngest. Walk on.
In the clearing beyond the castle the twelve months sit about a fire,
warming their feet, exchanging tales.
They may do favours for you, if you are polite.
You may pick strawberries in December’s frost.
Trust the wolves, but do not tell them where you are going.
The river can be crossed by the ferry. The ferryman will take you.
(The answer to his question is this:
If he hands the oar to his passenger, he will be free to leave the boat.
Only tell him this from a safe distance.)
If an eagle gives you a feather, keep it safe.
Remember: that giants sleep too soundly; that
witches are often betrayed by their appetites;
dragons have one soft spot, somewhere, always;
hearts can be well hidden,
and you betray them with your tongue.
Do not be jealous of your sister:
know that diamonds and roses
are as uncomfortable when they tumble from one’s lips as toads and
colder, too, and sharper, and they cut.
Remember your name.
Do not lose hope – what you seek will be found.
Trust ghosts. Trust those that you have helped to help you in their
Trust your heart, and trust your story.
When you come back, return the way you came.
Favours will be returned, debts be repaid.
Do not forget your manners. Do not look back.
Ride the wise eagle (you shall not fall).
Ride the silver fish (you will not drown).
Ride the grey wolf (hold tightly to his fur).
There is a worm at the heart of the tower; that is why it will not
When you reach the little house, the place your journey started,
you will recognise it, although it will seem much smaller than you
Walk up the path, and through the garden gate you never saw before
And then go home. Or make a home.
Copyright NEIL GAIMAN, not me.
(please don’t sue me, I’m trying to speak in feelings and I’m not paid for this at all. In fact it costs me to keep this website going. Also, I have no money anyway. So please don’t sue.)
Be safe everyone.